The sky is dark. The air is fresh. The ground is covered in snow. The hand in mine warming up mine.

I looked up at the round face his green eyes looking straight at me. I blushed and my lips curved up into a smile. He blushed up to the ear and turned away quickly. I chuckled a bit and tightened my grip on his hand, afraid that he would leave me.

This night could last forever, but I knew I had to head home soon. If I didn't my mother would give me another lecture of god-knows-what. I didn't want to return to that forsaken place I call 'home'. I wanted to stay with him, the man standing close to me…Eric Cartman.

"Look at the time," he said. "If you don't get home you bitch ass mom won't let you hear the end of it," I nodded.

I have gotten used to him calling my mom a bitch. And now I really could care less since I have come to realize my mother is a fat bitch. She has a hell load of rules set up at home and she rarely let's me go out. Today was just luck for me to go out with Cartman. Though, whatever it was that got me to go out with Cartman, I don't care, only that I am here with him.

"You're probably right," I chuckled. "I don't want to get grounded again,"

Cartman wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to his side. I smiled thinking this night cannot be ruined. Not in any-

"Kyle!" a familiar voice yelled. I turned and a black haired blue eyed boy was running towards me. Cartman pulled away in the blink of an eye.

"Stan, what's wrong?" I asked. Stan stopped in front of me, panting. "Stan?"

He looked up then roughly pulled at my shoulders. "Kenny was hit by a car!" He yelled. My eyes widened. "He's being rushed over to the hospital! Come with me!" He grabbed my wrist and I grabbed Cartman's wrist.

Stan dragged us to the hospital and we waited in the waiting room. A doctor came down the hall heading towards us. We all stood at once.

It was a wonder to me why Kenny's parents hadn't come. Then again, I wouldn't have expected them to come in the first place.

"How is he doctor?" Stan asked at once.

The doctor sighed and gave a straight expression towards us. "I'm sorry to say but," he paused, "your friend Kenny didn't make it to the hospital. He died on his way here,"

It was all a shock to Stan and I but to Cartman the shock was to rough on him. Tears filled his eyes and rushed down his cheeks. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Cartman?" I whispered. He nudged me away then ran off and out of the hospital. "Cartman!" I yelled after him.

"I'm sorry doc. Kenny was his best friend," Stan said, excusing Cartman for his behavior.

"I understand," the doctor said.

I looked down and thought of the pain Cartman must be going through. Then one thought came to mind…Stan being killed. I shut my eyes, the pain engulfing my body. The pain was too unbearable. I shrugged the thought off and ran after Cartman. I heard Stan call for me but I ignored him.

I ran towards Cartman's house and knocked roughly on his front door. "Cartman, open up!" I yelled.

The door opened but Cartman didn't appear, but his mother. "Oh, hello Ms. Cartman, is Cartman home?" I asked. She smiled.

"Why, hello Kyle," she greeted. "Yes Eric is here, he is upstairs. You can come in if you want."

She opened the door wider so I could enter. I smiled at her then headed for Cartman's room. I knocked on the door gently but there was no answer. I placed my hand on the doorknob. It was cold. I turned it slowly and pushed open the door.

Cartman sat in the middle of his room. His medium brown hair a mess atop his head. His green eyes staring blankly at the ground.

I shut the door behind me and sat next to Cartman. "Eric, I'm sorry," I said softly. He looked up at me then back to the floor. I placed my hand on his shoulder but he shoved it away. "Come on, you can't be in here forever," I said.

"I can," Cartman said. I sighed standing up and heading towards the door.

"I'll be back, but for now I'm going to let you figure things out," I said then headed out.